You Are Osamu Dazai

You wore new clothes that Fyodor had given you, all white, as he had insisted, and you felt strange in them. It was a feeling of unfamiliarity that was almost suffocating at times.

Still, that didn't stop you from complaining openly about how dull and meaningless this whole thing was.

"Fyodor, this organization of yours sucks. I'm so freaking bored," you said, a heavy tone of frustration and annoyance in your voice.